I'm such a klutz. While putting a pie pan in the drying rack, I somehow knocked a plate to the ground, breaking it in pieces. No harm done, unlike the time I was washing a glass and it broke into my hand, sending me to the ER. And I forgot to mention that at the health food store a few days ago, I managed to knock over a large "Taste of Thai" display. They were still putting it back together when I left.
I read "Something Blue" by Ann Hood. This was well-written chick lit about 3 women making their way in New York (in 1991). I like when books take place on familiar turf.
James Brown, sigh.
